Hello, Central,

Hello, hurry,

Give me four-oh-three;

Hello, Mary,

Hello, Jerry,

Yes, yes, this is me!

Just landed at the pier

And found the telephone,

We've been parted for a year,

Thank God, at last I'm home!

Haven't time to talk a lot,

Though I'm feeling mighty gay;

Listen, sweet forget-me-not,

I've only time to say:



All of No Man's Land is ours, dear,

Now I have come back home to you,

My honey true,

Wedding bells in Junie-June

All will tell by the tunie-tune,

The victory's won, the war is over,

The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!



Then, hand-in-hand we'll stroll through life, dear.

Just think how happy we will be,

I mean, we three,

We'll pick a bungalow among the fragrant boughs,

And spend our honeymoon with the blooming flowers,

All of No Man's Land is ours.